} Hor. Now fhall my Friend Petruchio do me grace, To old Baptifta as a school-mafter, Well feen in mufick, to inftruct Bianca ;: Enter Gremio, and Lucentio difguis'd. Gru. Here's no knavery! fee, to beguile the old folks how the young folks lay their heads together. Mafter,. look about you: who goes there? ha. Hor. Peace, Grumio, 'tis the Rival of my love. Gru. A proper Stripling, and an amorous. I'll mend it with a largefs. Take your papers too, To whom they go: what will you read to her?> Hor. Grumio, mum! God fave you, Signior Gremio. Gre. And you are well met, Signior Hortenfio. Trow you, whither I am going? to Baptifta Minola; I promis'd to enquire carefully about a school-mafter for the fair Bianca; and by good fortune I have lighted well on this young man; for Learning and Behaviour fit for her turn, well read in Poetry, and other books, good ones, I warrant ye. Hor: Q.5 1 Hor. 'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman, deeds fhall prove. Hor. Gremio, 'tis now no time to vent our love. Pet. I know, fhe is an irksome brawling Scold; Gre. No, fayeft me fo, friend? what Countryman? My Father's dead, my fortune lives for me, Gre. Oh, Sir, fuch a life with fuch a wife were strange; But will you wooe this wild cat? Pet. Will I live? Gru. Will he wooe her? ay, or I'll hang her. Loud larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clangue ? That gives not half fo great a blow to hear, As will a chefnut in a farmer's fire? Tufh, Tufh, tufh, fear boys with bugs. Gru. For he fears none. Gre. Hortenfio, hark: This Gentleman is happily arriv'd, My mind prefumes, for his own good, and ours.. Gre. And fo we will, provided that he win her.. To them Tranio bravely apparell'd, and Biondello. Tra. Gentlemen, God fave you. If I may be bold. tell me, I beseech you, which is the readiest way to the houfe of Signior Baptifta Minola? Bion. He, that has the two fair Daughters? is't he you mean? Tra. Even he, Biondello. Gre. Hark you, Sir, you mean not her, to Tra. Perhaps, him and her; what have you to do ? Hor. Sir, a word, ere you go: Are you a fuitor to the maid you talk of, yea or no? Gre. No; if without more words you will get you hence. For me, as for you? Gre. But fo is not she. Tra. For what reason, I beseech you? To whom my Father is not all unknown ;. Them Then well One more may fair Bianca have, Gre. What, this Gentleman will out-talk us all! Pet. Sir, Sir, the firft's for me; let her go by. Pet. Sir, understand you this of me, infooth: The younger then is free, and not before. Hor. Sir, you fay well, and well you do conceive: You muft, as we do, gratifie this Gentleman, Tra. (S) Sir, I fhall not be flack; in fign whereof, (8) Sir, I shall not be fack; in fign whereof, · Please you, we may contrive this Afternoon,] Pleafe What were they to contrive? Or how is it any Teftimony of Tranie's confenting to be liberal, that he will join in contriving with them? In short, a foolish Corruption poffeffes the Place, that quite ftrips the Poet of his intended Humour. Tranie is but a fuppos'd Gentleman: His Habit is all the Gentility he has about him and the Poet, I am perfuaded, meant that the Please ye, we may convive this afternoon, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends./ Gru. Bion. O excellent motion! fellows, let's be gone. Hor. The motion's good indeed, and be it fo, Petruchio, I fhall be your ben venuto. [Exeunt. [The Prefenters, above, speak here. 1 Man. My Lord, you nod; you do not mind the Play. Sly. Tea, by St. Ann, do I: a good matter, furely! comes there any more of it? Lady. My Lord, 'tis but begun. Sly. 'Tis a very excellent piece of work, Madam Lady. 'Would 'twere done! ACT II. SCENE, Baptifta's. Houfe in Padua. Enter Catharina and Bianca.. BIANCA. WOOD Sifter, wrong me not, nor wrong your felf, To make a bond-maid and a flave of me; That I difdain; (9) but for these other Gawds, the Servingman's Qualities fhould break out upon him; and that his Mind should rather run on good Cheer than Contrivances. The Word is regularly deriv'd from Convivium and convivor of the Latines. (9) - But for thefe other Goods,] This is fo trifling and unexpreffive a Word, that, I am fatisfied our Author wrote, Gawds, (i. e. Toys, trifling Ornaments; a Term that he frequently uses and seems fond of, Yea, |